This is a story about a group of teenagers, a place, and a school.
Youth and love will never grow old, even if they go through thorns and thorns and lose the clothes of the angry horse.
There is always a city that hides the tenderest moments of youth; there is always a campus that hides the recklessness and sincerity of a group of teenagers.
We meet here, go through the green years together, and rush to the mountains and seas of the world with our ignorant thoughts. Even if there are ups and downs on the road ahead, even if we have to walk through thorns, even if we will fade away from the fresh clothes of the angry horse.
But the youthful spirit will always be hot, and the pure love in my heart will never be worn away by time.
Some encounters are engraved in the fleeting years, and some love takes root in the heart and lasts year after year until death.
Intention: Youth and love will never grow old, even if they go through thorns and thorns and lose the fresh clothes of the angry horse